First, some history: This place was known as the Starck Club during the ’80s and ’90s, when Madonna,
Dennis Rodman, Prince and other literary figures let loose here.

So come Friday, when you get that strobe-light itch, you’ll step through bank-vault style doors to find a
massive dance floor that wraps around, yes, another dance floor below. (It’s good to have options, dance
floor–wise.)

Your eyes will be drawn toward the elevated DJ booth—well, actually toward the go-go dancers on the
platforms connected to said DJ booth. As the music picks up, ignore any flashbacks from your last trip to
St. Tropez, and move past the gold banquettes to one of the 20 secluded VIP sections (you never know when
the paparazzi will strike).

And should you happen to arrive this Saturday, you’ll be in good company: Diddy’s popping in to host the
grand opening.